i can sleep twelve hours

today i feel: cold
today i'm hearing: blockhead -- long walk home
today i'm thinking: staying out late may be great for my constitution, but it fucks up my head

Today was long. Da and I drove out to Forty and Plumb to see his parents; just the two of us because Mum decided she was dying and we sure as hell weren't taking Sam if we didn't have to. It was a nice day, I suppose. My baby cousins ('baby' meaning 'the youngest one is ten') were there with Tracy (my non-baby cousin). They're...a bunch, that's for sure. I'm not sure what to think of that whole situation. It's messy and complicated, but they seem to be content, if not happy. I guess that's enough. After they left I sat around with my da and his folks and my great aunt listening to Spike Jones (not to be confused with Spike Jonze) and Bebop's Fables. It...was pretty much the shit. Then Da and I drove back and talked about how feckin' crazy my mum is and it was kind of nice. Oh, Da. I love you so.

So that was today. Not terribly exciting, but not as painful as it could have been. The kids weren't fighting like they normally do and lunch was tasteless but not inedible. There is much to say about improvement in life.

I've been spending a great deal of time looking at classic pinups as of late. Pinups rock my world. I am also in need of entertainment at odd hours of the night and it's the easiest and cheapest thing to do. However, this has led me a wonderful, ego-stroking conclusion: I have the same body type as The Petty Girl. Ergo, I feel very, very good about myself and intend to spend the rest of my life doing pinup shots.

Went to the gyno yesterday, for anyone who's interested in the state of my nether-regions (hi, Hilary!). I don't have to go back until September and have still not been impregnated by the anti-Christ. I count this as an awesome state of being. Not looking forward to the September visit, but that's a ways off. I got back and Da wisked me off to Meijer for exciting fun times. We had...hijinks? Kind of? More adventures than hijinks, really. He was appropriately offensive and I was appropriately sarcastic and there were some coupon issues that were resolved without too much complaint and a great deal of eye-rolling. Life was good.

I had my very first non-traumatising occassion at Denny's yesterday. Marion and I were talking and she asked if I'd like to go for coffee and cloves and I thought that sounded swell. So we hung around in Denny's for about an hour and shot the shit and it was really quite lovely. I think we should make this a yearly event. I do not know if she will agree with me. She's talking about something similar as we speak and my interests are somewhat peaked. Cloves really do taste like candy. Unfortunately, they also make me sick to my stomach, as all smokeables do. Damn. I will never be a Cool Kid. It was a moment of joy, but no more. I believe, however, that I am adult enough to deal with this in a semi-mature fashion. ...We shall see.

About half-ten last night I got a call from Tony and made a Schteak run. That was a pretty fun tiime as well. I love how theatre people have a tendency to swap theatre stories and discuss taboos. What I love more is how these taboos don't seem taboo to anyone outside of the theatre world. It's like our own brand of pastry smack! But fun was had by all, I suspect. There was laughter. There were tears. There were delicious vanilla cokes. Good times, indeed. I will probably be trying to escape with him tomorrow night so my folks can have their We Time. Silly anniversaries.

Having a room in the basement, for all the luxuries of privacy and freedom from demon puppies, is not that fun. I am saying this because it is really frickin' cold down here. I can no longer feel my fingers. I should probably go upstairs where it is warmer, but that doesn't seem to help. Instead, I will despair in the dropped climate of my bedroom and pine for the spastic environment of my top-floor dorm. What does that say about me? Nothing. Good.

Perhaps I shall burn a CD and call dear William. I haven't seen him in a week or so. I should probably make sure he isn't dead. One has to check on these things, you know. Or maybe I'll just hang here and work on the Scarf From Hell and hope for some sort of sustained action. Oh, life. You are so silly sometimes.